Over the holiday break I managed to wrestle Joe from Tifani’s grasp, and let me just tell you, I’ve had easier times wrestling bears in the wild.
With my hard earned time, I managed to teach him how to shave,
and convince him that he wanted to “stay the night for a year.”
In my defense it wasn’t my idea for him to stay for a year, he came up with that all on his own. (But in the interest of full disclosure, I did suggest he ask his parents about every 15 minutes on New Year’s Eve. They really appreciated that.)
It is not my fault he likes it here. It only proves what we’ve suspected all long: I was meant to be a mother to a pack of boys. Which is really weird, because we are on the adoption list for a girl and I’m only moving through the Sants to get to Sari. (Shhh, don’t tell.) Anyway, I’m sure I pretty much rawk at this whole parenting thing. Maybe I should go ahead and shoot for Bruno too. Only what Bruno and I do together can’t really be classified as parenting, more like hanging out, telling fart jokes and swapping apps. It really shows me what a good time Jacob and I could have had together if it wasn’t for that whole damn parenting thing. Man that got in the way. But I have no time for reflection, I have Sants to collect. Clearly, this is no time to analyze ‘why’.
Where to start?!
First of all, I LOVE your new background and header. “Where successful parenting ends” haha haha Mainly it is hilarious because you are an awesome mom and one of the few people I think could do a good job raising my kids.
Second, FABULOUS pictures! Holy cow! I totally LOVE them! And really, we did super appreciate Joseph mentioning staying the night for a year every 15 minutes. He really did a great job at follow through on that.
Third, profound insight about Jacob. And you know where I am on that, too. So glad the Sants kids can help you with your self-insight. I prefer to eat whenever I start getting reflective. Or sleep. Good on ya, mate.
Fourth, thanks, man.
Oh, and if we had named Sari Elizabeth she would probably believe she had just been born into the wrong family because you weren’t ready to have her yet. I anticipate waking up one morning to a note that she has moved in with you :).
Oh my goodness. I love this so much I can hardly stand it!
And, I’m very impressed that these young men handled a straight razor better than my husband.
They’re adorable. The razor thing stops being cute when three or four of them are leaving stubble in the sink but I think you’ve got a while yet. 🙂